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An order was sent from above, and 20 healthy soldiers were sent out from each ship to pull fiber on the south bank.

Work hard! But the brethren scrambled to go.

Strength is a minion, and it will come when it comes, and the soldiers from peasant families all have a large group of minions. Besides, every day I nest in the cabin, I look forward to my feet getting back to the ground.

But the ** in ** is the last sentence of the command:

In addition to the normal rations, the soldiers were rewarded with a pound of bacon and a pound of wine every day.

Wine!

As soon as the order was announced, the cabin exploded. The Jin army was not short of food, the baggage boats were full of grain, and the troop carriers were also loaded with a lot, and the soldiers were not hungry. But to talk about the tooth sacrifice is a dream. There is meat, dried meat, and each person sends a small strip a day. As for the wine, don't even think about it.

Guo Xu's father's blacksmith shop in Jingkou, opposite a restaurant, Guo Xu has seen all kinds of drunks since he was a child, and these drunks will be mocked by his father without exception. My father inherited my grandfather's amount of alcohol, and drinking wine made by southerners was like drinking lotus seed soup, and he never got drunk. Every time my grandfather drank a table of neighbors, he would pat his chest proudly: Your wine, compared with the wine in our Guanzhong, is like a girl meeting a man, too soft! Neither father nor son could understand why such a soft thing would put these men down. Every time I saw them pestering a passing woman, sleeping soundly on the horse's dung, hugging a tree and crying, peeing on the wheels, half of their bodies hanging on the edge of the gutter, drawing out their swords and waving them indiscriminately, my father would laugh and scold: two or two horse urine, pouring out the horse's feet.

's father didn't let Guo Xu drink, he wanted this son to change his door and study hard, and stop picking up the hammer. It's a pity that when Guo Xu reads a book, his brain becomes a hammer, and he doesn't know anything about oil and salt. When my father was reprimanded by Mr. Private School a few times, he reluctantly gave up the idea of wishing for his son Jackie Chan, and saw that the little guy danced as soon as he heard Ding Ding Guangguang's voice.

My father looked down on the drunkards because he thought they were too drunk; Guo Xu didn't look down on them because he thought they looked ugly. But once, a slightly drunk thin and tall man crossed the road, walked to the door of the Guo family's blacksmith shop, sat down slowly, and read over and over again: "Singing about wine, what is life?" For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past. How to solve worries, only Du Kang" Guo Xu half understood and half didn't understand, but he just thought the words he read were very good. Fortunately, I can't say clearly.

After joining the army, I heard people who had read the book say that it was written by Cao Cao, Emperor Wu of Wei. After going to the battlefield a few times, his father's teachings had long been thrown out of the clouds, and Guo Xu soon became a massive and amazing drinker. Once, at a celebration banquet, a literati stood up and recited the words of the song on wine. Guo Xu thought at that time: Cao Cao led the soldiers after all, and knew that wine was a good medicine for soldiers, which could make them fall asleep in a daze after slashing and killing their flesh and blood. Without this thing, a lot of soldiers would go crazy. Wine is in the common people, whether it is ecstasy soup, or it is a intestine **, here when you are a soldier, it is a bodhisattva who saves suffering and rescues the suffering, and the soul that is invincible to all poisons.

After Chen Song announced the order, he delivered a small order: The boss only said that there were 20 people per boat, and I think it's good that everyone will come in turns, and they will still change people every day.

Guo Xu likes Chen Song's cleverness, he can always tamper with orders very appropriately, but people can't see the problem. In fact, as long as you can send someone, no one up there cares who you send. But such a small action is very good in the place of soldiers.

Sure enough, the soldiers on the boat were smiling crookedly.

Seeing that Chen Song had picked enough nineteen people, Guo Xu was a little desperate. The fiber was done by the soldiers, and he was also a building owner, so how could he be embarrassed to grab oil and water from the brothers. An imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of Chen Song's mouth:

"There are hundreds of people out of this team, and someone has to take care of them. Guo Xu, you can also go ashore! ”

The boss is the brother, and the benefit is here.

After pulling out from Jiankang, Guo Xu went ashore for the first time.

Like the grass and trees, people have to be on the land to be sure, even if they are southerners who can't walk an inch away from the boat. No matter how good the ship is, it is also swaying.

In October last year, the Northern Expeditionary Army captured Luoyang, and the counties south of the Yellow River, which originally belonged to the Qin State, were all incorporated into the territory of the Jin Dynasty. If there is no such result, this is an enemy country, and the feet of the Jin soldiers will not be touched by a speck of dirt here.

This is the Central Plains.

Since ancient times, soldiers have fought for the Central Plains. The Central Plains, which used to be incompatible with the Hu people. Since the Wuhu Chaohua, you have sung the Central Plains where I appeared. When Grandpa fled, he couldn't stop in the Central Plains. Now it is the Central Plains where the fledgling army of the Northern Expedition has made the first contribution.

The vegetation is obviously sparser than in the south of the Yangtze River, and you can't see the fat leaves like the plantain at all. The air is not as humid as in Jiangnan. The dirt under your feet is also a lot drier. I faintly heard the cow barking. It seems that the barking of cattle in the north is not the same. Yes, there are no buffaloes in the north.

Northern!

A sense of intimacy oozes from the cracks in the bones.

When my grandfather was alive, he often drew two lines on the ground. This is the Yangtze River, this is the Yellow River. The Yangtze River raises rice, and the Yellow River raises wheat; Rice breeds talents, and wheat breeds men. The Yangtze River raises fish and shrimp, and the Yellow River raises cattle and sheep; Eating fish and shrimp grows hearts and eyes, and eating cattle and sheep grows strength. The Yangtze River goes up to the awning boat, and the Yellow River goes up to the sheepskin raft; Kabuki came out of the canopy boat, and swordsmen came out of the sheepskin raft. We live in the south of the Yangtze River, and if we don't last long, sooner or later we will have to return to our hometown north of the Yellow River. Speaking of which, grandpa will draw a circle on the north bank of the Yellow River, which is Guanzhong.

Grandpa, is it better to be in Guanzhong or Jingkou?

Needless to say, of course it's Guanzhong! The east is out of the phase, the west is out of the general, and the loess in Guanzhong is buried in the emperor. Guanzhong is not good, generation after generation, how can there be so many emperors willing to live there and bury there?

Guanzhong is good, white buns, pig ears, sorghum wine, haggis, and an aunt with long braids, thin waists and red faces.

When it comes to mother-in-law, grandpa will be silent.

Back then, my grandfather carried his father on his back and dragged his wife with a big belly to flee all the way south from Guanzhong. I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and I felt that the wind was a little looser, and the Hu people killed people and set fire to them. Cross the Wei River, cross the Yellow River, cross the Huai River, and finally cross the Yangtze River. When crossing the Huai River, the grandmother was squeezed out of the boat, took the child in her belly, and washed away, only in her early 20s. Grandpa reached out to save him, but only took off a burden. Grandpa later burned the contents of the baggage, but left the embroidered shoes that Grandma wore once on the day of the worship of heaven and earth.

Grandpa said that if it weren't for his son, he would have jumped with his grandmother at that time. After that, the grandfather did not remarry, a man of iron and brought up his son roughly. He spoke in a guanzhong tone, and in the second half of his life, he praised his homeland endlessly, and each praise ended in silence. Once, my father couldn't bear it anymore and said casually:

"Dad, you always talk endlessly! What's so good in Guanzhong! ”

Grandpa was furious:

"Bunny! I've only drunk the Yangtze River water for a few days, and I hate Guanzhong! Don't think that because you kid grew up in Jiangdong, you think you're a southerner! The roots of your ancestors have been rooted in the audience for generations, and the color of your bones is dyed in Guanzhong, and the Yangtze River water cannot wash it off. Guanzhong is Guanzhong, and whoever occupies it is Guanzhong. People will die, but water and soil will not die! The emperor can be replaced, but the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan can't be changed! No matter how fast Hu Ren's knife is, I don't believe he can cut the water of the Yellow River! ”

Unrelenting. Until his son knelt down and confessed his mistake.

When his grandfather died, he tucked the pair of embroidered shoes in his arms, and only left a sentence for his son: "When the imperial court recovers Guanzhong, you will rebury me if you smash the pot and sell iron!" If you can't do it, when you die, don't come to see me! ”

My father must have been reunited with his grandparents underground. He couldn't bring his grandfather's remains back to Guanzhong, but it wasn't his fault. A dignified court, raising so many troops, having the ability to kill each other and fighting in the nest, but not having the ability to go to Guanzhong to sweep the tombs of the ancestors and ancestors, he is a stinky blacksmith with a sledgehammer and sweating profusely, what can he do?

Let him go, go a few days further, and you will reach the boundary of Guanzhong. When the battle was over and Guanzhong stopped, he returned to Jingkou and hired a ship to welcome his deceased relatives back to his hometown.

Thanks to Taiwei, if he hadn't followed him on the Northern Expedition, no one would have thought of returning to Guanzhong for the three generations.